Mon and I were on half-day vacation leave from work, because aside from it was our third year and ninth month, it was also the first day for enrollment in the university. It will be my last semester just for taking the comprehensive examinations. If everything goes well, then by October/November, I would be getting my Master in International Studies from U.P. Diliman!
I went to the school just on the nick of the lunch break. To my dismay after walking a mile to reach the Faculty Center (and climbing three floors), I found out that the Department of Political Science has already transferred to another building — halfway of the long walk I had earlier taken.
I immediately lost any drive to finish what I was supposed to do and just met with Mon and coincidentally, our friend Monette, who was also in school to enroll for her second to the last semester.
From lunch break onward, it was a steady onslaught of food, from Bigoli in Trinoma, to Figaro and Kenny Rogers in Glorietta.